EN: I hope this sudden switch of words is okay with you, but what the (AN NO its defenetely NOT okey) did you just do with my story? I never granted you permission to feature me. I am so close to just plain sabotaging you. - Patricia / MatildaPiker26

AN to "Loreta Asanavičiūtė" are u tryin 2 submit a OC Im sorry I cant quite read ur words I kinna wish Google had invented a translator so it wold be barrerless and everone cold sumit an OC I asked fo translators an maybe they cen help. Onse again Patrishas our editor an Im Roald Dahl an dis is a chapter!


"Happy birthday!" all the parents and grandparents such as Grandpa Joe and Grandma Josephine and Grandpa George and Grandma Lorraine (EN: This here is just a subtle reminder that you should not (CENSURED) with me. - Patricia / MatildaPiker26) said as I came. It was my birthday and I was very happy because I would get to celebrate even though there was going to be no birthday cake or presents other than that one CHOCOLATE bar because we're poor and you know that but it's okay since I was still happy that they sang for me.

I unwrapped the present wrapper and of course as I correctly guessed this was a Wonker CHOCOLATE bar that read WONKER'S WHIPPLE-SCRUMPTIOUS FUDGEMALLOW DELIGHT which is my favorite Wonker CHOCOLATE flavor in case I didn't mention it yet and my parents always buy me that particular flavor and nothing else even though all the other Wonker flavors are brilliant. The old people looked at me and I was almost as excited as France Gall was when she won the Eurovision Song Contest.

Mr. Bucket and Mrs. Bucket finally had the courage to give me a consolation. "You know we discussed the odds and you shouldn't get too sad if you don't find... y'know..." Mrs. Bucket said and Mr. Bucket nodded while taking pictures of random things in our household so he gets better at taking pictures so that he could show me who the other seven winning children were. I looked at the CHOCOLATE bar not daring to unwrap it because it was a Schrödinger's experiment or something.

"yeah and out of those seven you are extremely unlikely to be one" Grandma Josephine said and I thought that there were eight tickets left but adults knew better and I had to admit to that. Grandma Lorraine finally concluded "after all, you still have the chocolate" and my mouth began wetting at the idea of CHOCOLATE and perhaps getting to a CHOCOLATE FACTORY would have been even better but yeah I had to deal with what I had to deal with and that thing was the CHOCOLATE bar in front of me waiting to be opened.

I then remembered that WONKER'S WHIPPLE-SCRUMPTIOUS FUDGEMALLOW DELIGHT was my favorite Wonker CHOCOLATE flavor and just couldn't deal with the pressure. I tried unwrapping the bar but still felt an invisible hand hold me and that invisible hand was anxiety. Everyone was caught up in the anxiety and I knew that the GOLDEN TICKET might still be there so I couldn't wait to unwrap but I also couldn't just up and do it.

"Open it" all the four grandparents; once again, they are Grandpa Joe, Grandma Josephine, Grandpa George and Grandma Lorraine - said to me and I said "okay okay" and began unwrapping the stuff to get over with it. Of course the invisible hand of anxiety was still there and therefore I unwrapped the bar and everyone looked at me and Mr. Bucket was holding a camera just to get a picture. At one point though, my hand slipped and Mr. Bucket's camera flashed and I was blinded so the whole wrapping slipped and when my sight came back I saw that... MY TICKET WASN'T THERE!

Yup, wasn't there. There was just a CHOCOLATE bar and some wrapping. I was pretty much already late for school because school is happening all eight days of the week so everyone demanded that I go to school but I decided to do one last thing. I gave everyone one piece of the chocolate and everyone just stuffed it into my mouth. Since I couldn't speak now I was pretty much demanded to go to school so I did and I swallowed the whole chocolate whole and my parents and grandparents just kept discussing.

"Well, finally we got over the thing and won't definitely find a Golden Ticket anytime soon" Mr. Bucket got all sad and decided to take a lot of pictures just to help his melancholy. All of them came out as wonderful as ever but then Mr. Bucket realized that he could place them the not-picture side up and use them as wallpapers because they're free we established a couple of chapters ago.

Mrs. Bucket responded "at least Charlie's running to school because he could have been late just like all those shows". Of course electricity got cut off from our house maybe a year ago because we couldn't pay for it but Mrs. Bucket still had a bright vision that was called "television" and they thought that it was the best thing that man had ever invented.

Grandpa Joe though since he was the worker of Wonker's factory decided to just not give up ever. "I will find a ticket even if it means that all my bones will have to break and we will run into those debts. I mean, have you heard of those American fools just not being able to handle money? The dollar is pretty much a magnet of problems."

"That much is right." Grandpa George thought but didn't say but everyone just knew what he meant because these grandparents were friends from childhood and some seventy or eighty years was plenty of time to know a person and go through all their loopholes and whatnots.


AN woa that wos a rollercoster of emoshuns but everthins okay an I promes dat thins w/ Patrisha will be sorted out an everthin will be okay! See u next times!